I bought it years ago
and have found comfort from it
in all seasons —
but mostly in winter.
It has long been a friend
sought out and brought off its hook
when evening comes
and coolness resides
in my relaxing  spaces.
It will outlast me,I believe
as its wool has outlasted
the sheep which grew it.
Sometimes I think
that it will last forever.

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